The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

The school was empty that night.

Teacher Zou stood alone on the podium for a very long time.

He couldn't understand why it turned out like this. Is there anything wrong with focusing on grades?

Why did things turn out like this?

One of his two students had become so unrecognizable that he didn't recognize him at all.

Another one developed serious psychological problems and was unable to continue his studies, so he had to take a leave of absence and stay home.

He didn't teach either of his two students well!

After leaving the classroom, he walked to the back hill of the school like a ghost and ended his life.

On the phone, the principal still feels very regretful when he mentions Teacher Zou: "The incident was very serious back then. Zhang Fan had serious mental problems and attempted suicide several times. Fortunately, he was found in time and rescued. His family didn't dare to let him continue studying, so they arranged for him to take a leave of absence. Fang Shan also transferred to another school."

"Teacher Zou can't figure it out. He actually...ah."

The masked man felt mixed emotions after hearing this.

"Principal, are there any contact numbers for Fang Shan and Zhang Fan in the school files?"

The anchor said that Mr. Zou’s obsession was to have his students come to sweep his grave, and the problem lay with Fang Shan and Zhang Fan.

The principal said: "I can retrieve the files from that year on my computer, but times have changed and it's hard to say whether the phone number will change."

The masked man quickly said, "Principal, give me your phone number and I'll try to contact them."

Half an hour later, the principal gave him two numbers.

When he got the two phone numbers, he hesitated for a while and then decided to call Fang Shan first.

Fang Shan received a lot of care from Teacher Zou in the past. He should not refuse if asked to come and pay tribute to his teacher, right?

The call was made and it was Fang Shan's father who answered, and Fang Shan happened to be next to him.

I don’t know what the problem was, but the father and son were still arguing late at night.

When Fang Shan answered the phone, his tone was very bad: "Who?"

The masked man immediately explained the reason and emphasized: "Mr. Zou's obsession is that he wants you to pay tribute to him. This obsession is not difficult to resolve, so you..."

"Sorry, I won't go." Fang Shan on the phone refused outright.

The masked man was a little surprised, but still asked patiently: "Why? Are you out of town and don't have time to come back? If it really doesn't work, you can come back later..."

"Beep, beep..." The person on the other end had hung up the phone, leaving only a blank tone.

The masked man knew that Fang Shan would not come. No matter if he was in the city or not, or if he had time or not, he would not come.

He couldn't help but feel sad for Teacher Zou. His favorite student at that time was unwilling to even come to the memorial service.

The masked man's eyes fell on another mobile phone number.

Originally, he thought that if Fang Shan was willing to resolve Teacher Zou’s obsession, he should try not to disturb Zhang Fan.

But now...

After hesitating for a long time, he finally called Zhang Fan's parents.

The person on the phone was my grandfather, but a young voice answered the call.

"My grandpa has gone to bed. Who are you? Can I call you back tomorrow?"

The masked man asked tentatively: "Are you Zhang Fan?"

"How do you know my name? Who are you?"

The masked man told him everything, and finally said, "Zhang Fan, I didn't want to disturb you. But this matter is really troublesome. If Mr. Zou's obsession cannot be resolved, it would be pitiful for him to be unable to leave..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, so long that the masked man thought he had left.

"Hey, Zhang Fan, are you still listening? Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan?"

Zhang Fan replied calmly: "I'll think about it."

The masked man said hurriedly, "I know it's not nice to disturb you, but I have no choice but to call you."

The other party said "hmm" and hung up the phone.

It seems that he doesn't want to recall what happened in the past.

Yes, after going through those things, it is not easy to get through it and survive.

Even if Zhang Fan didn't show up, there would be nothing to say.

But... the masked man was also distressed when he thought about the trouble he had gotten into for no reason.

Hey, will Zhang Fan show up?

Sang Feiwan’s three live broadcasts tonight have all ended, but because the sand painting haunted incident has not been resolved, the live broadcast is not over yet.

Almost at the moment when the last netizen withdrew, the connection of "Artist Xiao Wang" came in impatiently.

[Ahh, I finally got the sequel. What the hell is in the sand painting with the Painted Skin theme? ]

[In fact, I think we can carve out all the ghosts in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, and have a group of demons dancing wildly, and the beach will be lively. ]

[I’m dying! One Painted Skin Ghost is scary enough, if there are a bunch of ghosts, won’t the world be in chaos? ]

[So, can the Painted Skin Ghost carved out of sand really put on the skin of a beautiful woman and come alive like a human being, just like in the movies? ]

In the connected picture at this moment, Xiao Wang was squatting on the curb, with the street light just above his head, illuminating the surrounding environment brightly.

But even if it was bright, he was still panicking: "Host, it's five minutes to 12 o'clock. Fortunately, I'm connected, otherwise I really don't dare to stay here."

Sang Feiwan said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Go ahead and let me see what's hidden in that sand sculpture."

Xiao Wang was still a little worried: "I'm just going to take my phone with me? What if that ghost comes out and wants to eat me? Can you save me, host?"

Sang Feiwan smiled slightly: "I will save you if there is any problem. Let's go, don't waste time."

"Then anchor, you must keep a close eye on me. If anything goes wrong, my life will depend on you."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to you."

Xiao Wang held his cell phone and crossed the seaside road with trepidation, then crossed a green belt and came to the beach.

The moonlight at the seaside is just right. The distant sea and the nearby beach are all shrouded in the bright moonlight.

The most eye-catching thing is the sand sculpture.

The work is about two meters high. From a distance, it looks like the outline of a human figure, sitting at a desk and drawing something.

If you get closer, you can see the ferocious facial features, sharp nails, and green skin covered with bumps. Just one look at it is enough to make the hair stand on end.

The timid audience members have now covered their eyes and even started to silently recite the mantra to purify their hearts.

When the time on the phone jumped to 12 o'clock, the ghost who was originally sitting suddenly stood up.

He put down the pen in his hand, picked up the beautiful woman's skin on the table, looked at it, and then put it on his body, just like putting on clothes.

The originally ferocious ghost turned into a young woman with a graceful figure and beautiful appearance in the blink of an eye.

Although they had just heard about it from Xiao Wang, seeing the scene of putting on the "Painted Skin" with their own eyes still scared many people.

Xiao Wang was so scared that the video footage shot on his mobile phone was shaking.

"Have you seen it clearly? Anchor? What should I do now?"

He spoke in a very low voice, but it still startled the Painted Skin Beauty.

Under the moonlight, the beauty turned around and smiled sweetly, her voice as sweet as pearls and jade: "I know you, you are the one who created me."

The beauty walked towards Xiao Wang with extremely graceful steps.

She was not wearing shoes, and every step her beautiful feet took left shallow footprints on the beach.